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AN: Well, I've reached the point where I've out typed what I've written. If anyone notices a significant drop in the story, just tell me and I'll go back to my old way of writing it down before I type it. Whatever you guys want.

Chapter 4 --------------------- The Fang

The sound of a chainsaw in the adjacent room was something Hermione Granger would never get used to. Ron's scary was actually pretty scary when she thought about it. The fact that she wasn't thinking straight at 4 in the morning may have added to that, but who knows. Still, not many people could snore so bad that a nightstand in the room across the hall shook like it was an earthquake, let alone the whole house.

That's why Hermione barely noticed Hedwig pecking at the window. Opening the window to Ginny's room, where she was staying, she let Hedwig into the room. Hermione would have asked why the owl had flown straight to Ginny if it wasn't 4 in the bloody morning. When she was flipping through the three letters tied to Hedwig's leg, she couldn't help but notice, even in her delirious state, that Ginny's was much much thicker then the others. Now coming out of her daze, she tore open Harry's letter and started reading.

Hey Hermione,

Hope you're having fun at the Burrow. Heard that you've become the de facto Madame Pompfrey of the Weasley household, and I've gotta say that considering how the twins are, it's looking like you've got your work cut out for you. Now, I don't want to give away my spy, but I just thought that you should know, that it is entirely possible that a certain redhead may be faking to get your attention. I'm not going to say whom, but if you're as smart as I know you are, you shouldn't have trouble figuring it out.

There was something that I wanted to ask you. I'm sure that you've noticed that Ginny and me have been writing back and forth for a little while. Well, I guess it'd be hard to miss considering she's now just a floating head around the house, as she calls herself. See, there's something that keeps bothering me about her letters. Whenever I give her gifts, or write her, she keeps saying that she doesn't deserve any of it. And the thing is, is that it really keeps bothering me and I don't know why. Did Dean break up with her or something, or maybe she's been having with some school and hasn't told me? Maybe a bad grade in a class or something. I don't know; just keep your eye open. I'm worried about her, and if there's something that I can do to help her, I want to do it. Also, I need to know when her birthday is. I have to get her something.

Ginny says that Ron's been angry with her over the things that I gave her. I'm sorry if you feel the same way. I just had to find a way to show her that I wanted to include her, and the Marauder's Map probably wouldn't do that to well, seeing as Fred and George would notice it in a heart beat. I gave her something that I thought she'd like. I hope that she does wear it, even though it may freak you guys out a little. Apologize to Mrs. Weasley for me, about the whole floating head thing, I remember that it freaked Ron out a little the first time, and you weren't that much better I remember. If you really want, I'll get you one, too. None of you guys let me buy you anything, and let's face it, I've got my own giant room full of gold. So why not finally start making use of it. I'm just saying, it's an idea.

Ginny says that I should be able to come soon. I never realized how talkative she could be before……

Hermione had trouble remembering at what point in time she gave up trying to read Harry's letter. She had it narrowed down to two points. Either when he started writing about how Ginny was the greatest person ever for giving him such a great present( Harry made special note to point of saying that he still liked Hermione's very much), or when he broke into a rant about how the guys that Ginny had and were dating were nothing but big jerks.

Now fully awake, it was almost too obvious to her what was going on. Something she had read about said that owls had the ability to understand the feelings of their owners, and Hedwig had most definitely found, in Harry, feelings for Ginny. Then again, Hermione was thinking that you really didn't need special powers to figure that one out. Actually, all you had to do was read the page and a half that he wrote about how he thought that Ginny's hair matched the blood on the fang, or how, thinking back, he thought it resembled fire an awful lot, or--. Hermione stopped herself. If she had to relive that part of the letter, she may very well curse herself into bloody oblivion.

Hermione turned to look at Ginny. Her head rested on her pillow, and that was all of her Hermione could see, if you didn't count where the bed gave for where the rest of her body was lying. Hermione knew that Ginny had turned down Dean, and said that she would rethink it over the summer. It was very responsible to wait until you could spend more time with the person to go out with them, rather then be restricted to letters over the summer, in a very Hermione- like way. And sure, as Hermione had said, it wasn't that Ginny didn't like Harry, it was just that she thought there wasn't any hope. Now that she was seeing this, she had to think that maybe there was hope. I mean, you had to be blind not to see that Harry didn't like her. It would have been nice if someone would have been there to point out that you had to be blind to not see that Ron and Hermione liked each other, but there was no such person there.

Hermione reread the letter again, including the small sonnet that Harry had written about Ginny (not literally). She had to be absolutely certain before she said anything to Ginny. Always cautious, she knew the consequences if she were wrong, if something came up that maybe her genius mind couldn't predict, something that Trelawney couldn't predict. If she were wrong, Ginny's heart would be crushed, and an already angry Ron would pummel Harry worse then Malfoy. Something like a little glass-spun orb, that had cracked on stone steps at the Ministry.

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AN: I know, this chapter a bit shorter, but I was having trouble writing Hermione. I hope I did a good job. If I didn't, feel free to tell me over and over again. Also, I know it's common knowledge, but I can't remember when Ginny's birthday is, so if you could remind me, thanks. Just as long as you do review. I seriously have not motivation without them. Well, get to reviewing.